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He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly he could have crushed me. "How could I bear to make you my mistress? And there's no way I'd break up with you! Just seven days, that's all. Once the contract is signed, it'll be over. Cara, you've always been so good to me, so patient. Can't you hold on just a little longer? For us?" By logic, I had waited seven years. What were seven more days? But I did not want to wait anymore. I smiled. Gently, sweetly, exactly the way he liked. "I understand."

The scissors slid through my hair with a dry, precise, almost surgical sound. Edda, who had revealed herself to be a surprisingly skilled hairstylist, worked in silence, her eyes fixed on the strands that fell to the bathroom floor like dark shadows. “Are you sure?” she asked for the second time. “It’s a drastic cut.” “I am.” “It will take years to grow back.” “If I want, I’ll let it grow. Right now, I need to disappear. And long hair draws attention.”

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

“How did it go, my baby? She asked with a smile. “Oh, my course mate wasn’t around. Travelled for a wedding… traditional wedding.” “That’s so sweet. Isn’t your mum’s hair alluring? See how these wonderful girls packed it like an eighteenth century French duchess.” Yeah, it’s awesome…” I looked around her hair and forced a smile before walking a few steps to take a seat. My mum had long, healthy hair so she could comfortably do any particular hairstyle she desired. At the end of the day, each particular hairstyle always looked great on her. I was soon tempted to disagree with Rod Stewart, who said that ‘the first cut was the deepest’ in a particular song. This was because I soon discovered th

I rolled my eyes. "If you truly loves you then your appearance won't matter." She smiled at me and nodded for me to continue. I slowly cut off her ponytail, Celestial covering her eyes almost the entire time. Her hair fell and framed her face, uneven in some areas. I continued to cut, being very careful to not mess up. When it was done her hair was almost like a pixie cut style but it didn't stay behind her ears and it was a bit longer than usual pixie cuts. Just a bit.

Mom’s head tilts suspiciously. “I, uh, I had a bit of a crash out, so I changed it up, Beta.” Charlotte pulls at the ends of her hair. “Ainsley did it in my bathroom. Kayla found some pictures and a tutorial on ViewFind. It’s called a wolf cut. Do you like it?” “Yeah, it’s great. Frames your face really well.” Mom glares at Charlotte. A flush is creeping up her neck. She licks her bottom lip slowly as if she’s contemplating something.

“You’re going to college, not kindergarten. What’s with the baby doll look?” Adora’s smile froze, and she shot him a glare. “I like it. Not your call.” Louis was speechless. Soon enough, Louis’s cut was finished too. He’d gone for a sharp 3:7 side part, slightly shorter than his usual style. It gave his already defined features a sharper, more commanding edge—cool and devastatingly handsome.

He stared in amazement. "When their faces aren't covered by hair, they often look a bit older, especially if you're used to seeing them with longer hair," the stylist commented. "Do you like the cut?" "I think... he looks so grown up, his face looks more serious, and that expression..." "What about young Ethan’s expression?" "It’s his mother’s expression. Wow," Robert said, smoothing Ethan's eyebrows before kissing his forehead. It was their third visit of the week, with only two left before the cycle restarted on Monday. After paying for the haircut, Robert secured Ethan in his car seat and left the salon.

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